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... fusillade of powerful techniques? A profound formation?
I had neither of those, so I settled on the next best thing.
Namely, dome the fucker who “felt right.”
Honestly, I wasn’t entirely thinking when the man had touched down beside the tree I had just gotten to. He felt right, so I wound up my shovel and swung for the fences.
Now, baseball swinging a normal shovel, as a normal man, has a very good chance of killing them.
My shovel, flooded with my Qi and ...
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